40 POETRY OF SMOKE. 



When ambition is tame, 

 And enargy lame, 



And the bloom from the fruit is blown-. 

 When to dance and to dine, 

 With women and wine, 



Past poverty pleasures are, 

 A man's not bereft 

 Of all peace, if there's left 



The joy of a good cigar. 



NORRIS BULL. 



A POET'S PIPE. 



From the French of Charles Baudelaire. 



A POET'S pipe am I, 

 And my Abyssinian tint 

 Is an unmistakable hint 

 That he lays me not often by. 

 When his soul is with grief o'erworn, 

 I smoke like the cottage where 

 They are cooking the evening fare 

 For the laborer's return. 



I enfold and cradle his soul 

 In the vapors moving and blue 

 That mount from my fiery mouth ; 

 And there is power in my bowl 

 To charm his spirit and soothe, 

 And heal his weariness too. 



RICHARD HERNE SHEPHERD. 



